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There are only five people at the apartment tonight and, surprisingly, they are all people who actually live here. So quiet and strange, this new fall-sized company of friends when compared to the rambunctious group of 8-12 that filled up the one-room living space the 3 months of warm sunshine until school started earlier this week.

The feeling of fall is strengthened in my head. The atmosphere, the air, the sunlight are all fooling me into believing that we are well into fall. I even (delusionally) imagine that if I look out the window I would be able to see yellow trees and fallen leaves on the grass. But there are no trees out the window and the world is still as green as it was 3 days ago. Back before this new reign of quiet and structure began.

Occasionally, sentences of Swedish crisscross the room from the couch to the computer and back to the couch, from Simon to Eric to Rebecca. It feels cozy, like a home, a group of people that are comfortable to just be in the same room. Without performing. Without pretense.

Rebecca sits beside me, feet curled beneath her and issuing slight sighs from time to time as she surfs on her phone. Since she is occupied, I reflect. I think about the new season and going back to America for the holidays.

“There’ll be snow soon,” I say.
“What was that?”
"It will be snowing soon."
Seasons are but moments after all.